Lunar

I find words in the moonlight, that escape me while the sun shines.

Clothed only in desire, I drip longing from my fingertips,

onto the parts of me that daylight never sees.

Bathed in the iridescent luminescence that makes the tides ebb and flow,

while summer heat pulses against flesh,

unencumbered by the demands of decency,

I find myself, touched only by you, the moon, and June.